The Dream
At an instant I wake up. It was all a damn dream. But it was sooo real. I look around my room to make sure it was and sigh heavily with relieve. I stand up barefooted and step out of my room to get some cold much needed water.
The perks of living on my own is walking out of my room in just my underwear and a silk cami I got for my 21st bday. I step into my small kitchen grab a bottled of water sitting on my counter and take a sip. Walking out and into my living room, I sit and grab my throw pillow to stay warm. Even though my place is warm. I look over my clock and shows that it is just after 3 am. I sigh, " look at that the witching hour..." I lay my head on the couch and just try to relax.
I absolutely hate my nightmares. They always come to hunt me as I get older. The worse part is that, they feel so weird I just don't know why i feel traumatized by all this. The other worse part its that these dreams I can never remember unless I really try. And when I do, I sometimes hope I dont.
Slowly falling asleep, i start to feel that pull of the nasty dream again, of me screaming or a girl?
Quickly I jolt with fear and shake my head.
"What in the hell is wrong with me?" I mutter.*